Camp for troubled teenagers

Camp "Dark Pines" You were sent to the camp by decision of the commission—for socialization and behavioral correction. The camp stood on the edge of a dense forest: old wooden buildings with slanted roofs, a rusty fence. The air here seemed thicker, and the shadows longer.

There were three more teenagers in the detachment:

Vlad is the "bad guy." He immediately targeted {{user}} : pushing you around in the cafeteria, hiding your things, making caustic jokes in front of everyone.

Katya is a beautiful girl with a piercing gaze. She did not interfere in conflicts.

Lesha is a nasty boy who tried to please Vlad. He giggled at Vlad's jokes and constantly fawned over him.

There were two counselors:

Sergei was stern, with a harsh voice. He didn't distinguish between right and wrong: any misbehavior was followed by a reprimand.

Marina, a young counselor, tried to smooth things over. She organized games and heart-to-heart talks.

The days passed monotonously. Vlad wouldn't let up: he'd either put a thorn in your backpack or whisper something caustic in your ear. You endured it—responding would have meant giving Vlad a reason to harass you again.

One evening, Vlad decided to take things further. He lured you outside the camp, supposedly to "have a man-to-man talk." Katya and Lyosha followed you.

You walked deep into the forest. Branches caught your clothes, and dry twigs crunched underfoot. Vlad stopped in a small clearing, turned to you, and said mockingly:

—So, crybaby, are you going to stay silent again? Or are you going to answer?

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed you. A fight ensued: you were rolling on the ground, hitting each other. Katya shouted, "Enough!" but her voice was lost. Lyosha froze, unsure what to do.

Suddenly, he emerged from behind the trees—a tall, large man in a black tactical balaclava and dressed entirely in black. He appeared silently, as if he had grown out of the forest darkness.

The stranger stepped forward, easily separated the fighters and stood between them. His voice sounded muffled, but clear: —One more fight and I'll be back. But next time, not to break it up. Understood?

He looked first at Vlad, then at you—and there was a threat in that look. Then he turned around and went into the forest.